UnravelingA Poem by Barbara WalkerWhen the madness began, I had not a clue the depth, to which I would fall. The sum total of me, fell apart at the seams. I lost not just the body's abilities, I felt I lost my soul, the very essence of me.
Sense of self, shattered, then came the doubts, the fears, the anger, the tears, the re-defining, the deal-making with the universe, trying the stiff upper lip, trying to make my life more than just coping (barely, at times).
Everything happens, happened, around me, by me, past me, passed me. Don't know what I'm doing or what I've done, where I'm going or where I've been. Is it so self-centered to be lost at my loss? 05/31/07 © 2010 Barbara WalkerReviews
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6 Reviews Added on February 9, 2008 Last Updated on May 28, 2010 AuthorBarbara WalkerLake Havasu City, AZAboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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